Sundown Foolio & Hotboii
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[Intro: Hotboii]
Ooh-ne-nun-ya
(Elite got that heat)
Can never lose like I'm made in the wind
(Mhm Static)
I just rolled these opps, I put they face in the wind
Yeah, I got that FN, I bought my bae a twin
[Chorus: Foolio]
Niggas be pillow talking like bitches, but that hating shit don't matter
Before I let a nigga play with me, I be in a jail wearing shackles (Facts)
To the news, I'm a rapper (No cap), real life, I'ma smacker (Six)
Our opps some cappers, where your gun at? Nigga you a lacker
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
Where your funds at? Ain't getting no cheddar
Now I won't text niggas, get it after
Fuck nigga snakes, I can hear 'em ratting
Foolio swang the K, you know I come after
Monkey nuts, chops came with a banana
Caught him up top, put him back together
Poured me a four up in my Fanta
But they at North Pole, waiting on Santa
[Verse 2: Foolio & Hotboii]
Twelve can't catch me, hot speeding, goose my diamonds wet, Fiji
Everybody who say, "Fuck me", be the same people that need me
Love my bae, we so toxic, once we fell in love, we cheating
Bought the Perc's I need 'em, got a new jwett, I'm gleasing
Remember we were broke, performing local, O-V-E-R, that shit over
F-O-C-U-S, on focus, I'll pop Xanax, got me rollin'
F-U-C-K, S-O-B-E-R, I swear, man, fuck being sober
Said I didn't fade away like COVID, we was masking up before COVID
We going long pass, feel like a hot boy
It's a touchdown, Kut Da Fan On
Rocking baguettes on my Cartier, shit buss down, baguette
Niggas run down (Niggas run down), before the sundown (Rrah, Sundown)
All you hear is "Grr, pop, pop" that's them gun sounds (That's them gun sounds)
Ooh-ne-nun-ya
(Elite got that heat)
Can never lose like I'm made in the wind
(Mhm Static)
I just rolled these opps, I put they face in the wind
Yeah, I got that FN, I bought my bae a twin
[Chorus: Foolio]
Niggas be pillow talking like bitches, but that hating shit don't matter
Before I let a nigga play with me, I be in a jail wearing shackles (Facts)
To the news, I'm a rapper (No cap), real life, I'ma smacker (Six)
Our opps some cappers, where your gun at? Nigga you a lacker
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
Where your funds at? Ain't getting no cheddar
Now I won't text niggas, get it after
Fuck nigga snakes, I can hear 'em ratting
Foolio swang the K, you know I come after
Monkey nuts, chops came with a banana
Caught him up top, put him back together
Poured me a four up in my Fanta
But they at North Pole, waiting on Santa
[Verse 2: Foolio & Hotboii]
Twelve can't catch me, hot speeding, goose my diamonds wet, Fiji
Everybody who say, "Fuck me", be the same people that need me
Love my bae, we so toxic, once we fell in love, we cheating
Bought the Perc's I need 'em, got a new jwett, I'm gleasing
Remember we were broke, performing local, O-V-E-R, that shit over
F-O-C-U-S, on focus, I'll pop Xanax, got me rollin'
F-U-C-K, S-O-B-E-R, I swear, man, fuck being sober
Said I didn't fade away like COVID, we was masking up before COVID
We going long pass, feel like a hot boy
It's a touchdown, Kut Da Fan On
Rocking baguettes on my Cartier, shit buss down, baguette
Niggas run down (Niggas run down), before the sundown (Rrah, Sundown)
All you hear is "Grr, pop, pop" that's them gun sounds (That's them gun sounds)
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